Post by bradly on Oct 3, 2009 13:57:41 GMT -5
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I THINK I'M LOST IN THE LETTERS.[/font]
[/blockquote][/ul][/b], but you can call me brad, fletch. my birthday's january 1, 1990, so if you're too lazy to do the math, that means i'm eighteen years old right now. currently, i am a senior at newport high. you will find me hanging out with the environmentalist/musician kids. i'm also a boy, in case you couldn't tell. oh! and i'm also straight, and if you can live with that, i'm sure we'll be great friends."[/size][/center][/blockquote][/ul]
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WHEN HER REPLY MEANT EVERYTHING.[/font] [/blockquote][/ul][/center]
"You look really familiar! Have I seen you before?"[/font][/color]
"So, most people have told me that I look a lot like Christofer Drew Ingle but I really don't see any resemblance there. We do have the same hair I suppose. Long-ish brown hair, always having some sort of headband in it. I just can't help it. It's my signature. People can always find me if I wear a colorful headband. We have the same pretty blue eyes and pretty much the same height. I stand at about five-feet-eleven inches and am slim. I don't really care for sports much, so I'm always looking slender. I have a lot of tattoos, just because I love the feeling when you get one. Also, I have stretched ears as well as spider bites."[/font]
"So, what do you like?"[/font][/color]
"Music, my vegan lifestyle, the environment, living life my way, girls :], having fun, parties, being the center of attention, nice people, being nice to others, lending a helping hand, doing gigs."[/font]
"And the things you could live without? What about them?"[/font][/color]
"Snobby people, bad weather, littering, trusting people, psychics... they're weird, cheaters, abortions, abandonment, show cones, thinking about global warming. "[/font]
"And what are the things you just can't stand?"[/font][/color]
"I hate it when people swear a lot and when they have terrible personal hygene."[/font]
"Do you have any bad habits? What about good ones?"[/font][/color]
"One of my bad habits is smoking. I may be an environmentalist, but I do have my hypocritical habits.I also tend to go insanely quiet and shy around a girl that I like. It turns them off most of the time. And I tend to sing during class..."[/font]
"Oh, really? Well, how about the secrets?"[/font][/color]
"I'm a virgin"[/font]
"And the fears?"[/font][/color]
"I'm scared of deep water and being buried alive."[/font]
"Do you have any special talents?"[/font][/color]
"I can jump double dutch! Don't know if that's a talent..."[/font]
"And last but not least, what's your relationship status/history?"[/font][/color]
"I haven't had many girlfriends per say but I've had a special few. I can and will say that I'm single at the moment and that i am a virgin. I believe in love at first sight and that I'll get my time to "shine" after marriage."[/font]
call me up to confess
THAT IT'S ME YOU THINK ABOUT.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]"Where were you born?"[/font][/color]
"I was born in Essex, England but I moved to California when I was sixteen. I really enjoyed it out there in England, but the people were rude and obnoxious and there weren't raelly any great musical opportunities out there for me. So, mother and father decided to bring us here. And boy, it's been great."[/font]
"And what's up with your family?"[/font][/color]
"Family. Well, these people have been around me my whole life. I mean, I can't see myself without them. My mother was born in California, whereas my father was born in Manchester, England. I do have an older sister and brother and two younger sisters. As you can see we're a pretty big family, and in turn, I will let you get to know each of them. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that I have a pet snake named Bobo and a yorkie named Fiddle. They live with me here in my dorm.
BENJAMIN FLETCHER - FATHER
So here is my father. There really isn't much to him, seeing as he's just a very busy business man. I don't get to see him often as he is always away on important business. I look up to him alot for guidance, when things just aren't going well. He always seems to give great advice, even over the phone. He's a very important Executive to the President of a Tobacco company. I know, maybe that's where I get my bad habit from. But he and I are the only ones to smoke in the family. He's a tall man, like myself and is always seen wearing a suit, even on his days off. There's never been a day where I haven't seen him wear a decen pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
BOBBI JO - MOTHER
Mom was raised in a very hippy-like environment and always encouraged us kids to make a difference in the world. She said that it was always easier with others, but you only needed one person to start a movement. She tought us to be environmentally friendly, despite what dad does for a living. She swears to demolish those companies, but she knows that she won't be around to see the day of a clean earth. Those are her morals and I follow them strongly. She's a short looking woman with aubern hair and green eyes. She has freckles and is always seen wearing flowing skirts or pants. They are usually always made of environmentally friendly fabrics. She's always seen helping someone in the street or volunteering at a shelter. I love her to death.
FELICITY FLETCHER-BREEL - SISTER, 24
Now, this is my older sister Felicity. She's a very smart girl. Genius level I tell you. She went away to college at sixteen but was refused because of her age. So, dad decided to get private lessons for Lissy and she's now one of the top leading women in the fashion and archiologist industry. Two very different things, yes, but two of her passions. She's very protective of our family and is always there when we need to talk about something. She's married to this fantastic man named Jonah Breel. He met her when she went into the peace corps as a volunteer thing for school. He's good to the family.
TUKKER FLETCHER - BROTHER, 20
This is my other older brother, Tukker. He's the one we don't really keep in contact much. He's all the way back in England with his wife of two years, Jane-Emily. Jane-Emily is expecting quintuplets within the next few months and I know that Tukker couldn't be any happier. He's a real mellow fellow with no bad karma. He's always lending a helping hand and is a young man trying to break into the world of film and photography.
RAELYNN FLETCHER - SISTER, 16
This is one of my baby sisters, Raelynn. She's always been the one who was a little different. She may look like a normal sixteen year old, but her mind acts like the one of a child half her age. She's the special one of the family, but we don't treat her any differently. She's always included within the family and always knows how to brighten our days. I love that little girl, and sometimes I help her live a normal sixteen year old's life. It's hard, but I'm always there for Raelynn. She's also is Lidya-Fath's twin sister.
LIDYA-FAITH - SISTER, 16
Lidya-Faith, the last addition to the family. She's the youngest by a whole seven minutes. She's Raelynn's twin, but she was born normally. She does not have any mental handicaps like her elder sister Rae, but she loves the girl to death. She's always there for her sister, no matter how challenging things can get. She'll grow up to be a wonderful young woman. She attends this school as well."[/font]
"Now, tell me your story."[/font][/color]
"When I was younger, I was moved here with my parents and various siblings and forced to comform to what society wanted us to be. A perfect family. That was out of the question. My mother always wanted us to follow our hearts and our dreams no matter how big they were. Now, after being moved here we were all forced to go to new schools. My sister Lidya-Faith and I attend Newport whereas Raelynn goes to Charity Chains School for the Mentally Disabled.
The more I think about this place, the more I'm sad. No one really likes me because I'm weird. Sometimes I get too caught up in my dreams of music and a cleaner safer world. That's why people don't talk to me very often. i think there are rumors running around the school that I like boys or something. That's a lie. A complete lie. I've had a good childhood and have learned to respect women and families."[/font]
I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.[/ul][/center][/size][/b]
"So, here's the deal. My name is
allie and
I've been role playing for six years. Plus, I'm eighteen
years young, and I found you guys
from a friend oh, and the secret code is musketeer"
The sky was darkening as the night fell, the sun slowly moving down the horizon with each and every passing millisecond. It was almost like a dream. Actually, it had to be a dream. A real good dream. Bloom felt a blush settle on her features as she watched Marcus come towards her. He was beckoning her to join him for a dance.....but, that was impossible. Who would want a lowly girl like herself, right? Wrong. Madame had been right. Hopefully. Bella felt a lump rise in her throat as she considered the possibility of it. Maybe Marcus did feel something for her.... Bloom shook her head, her bangs scattering about in the motion. What kind of illusion was she casting on herself? Marcus feel something for her? Impossible.
Bloom let out a gasp of air having forgotten how to breathe as he lifted a lock of her hair, putting it against his lips as if to test their softness, and coming closer to her like a predator closing in on its prey. She shook her head, looking at her love with sparkling brown eyes. Marcus wasn't a predator. He was her sun. He was her other half. He was.....
....getting down on his knee.
Bloom let out a slight gasp, her hand trembling as he pressed something cool into her palm. It was a ring, and not just any kind of ring. An engagement ring. Madam had been right. "Will you, Rosalind Bloom Saleena Marigold, take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?" he asked in a gentlemanly sort of manner. How cute. Bloom didn't think, didn't even consider any other options--"I do," she whispered, her voice ragged from anxiety and excitement. He loved her! He truly, truly loved her! What had she been thinking? Marcus wasn't a predator, he was going to marry her for goodness sakes. What had she been thinking?!
The gypsies had been right. Madam had been right. They had all been right. He was the one. Her one and only. Her soul mate. Shivering, Bloom allowed herself to be pulled into a warm embrace, taking in the smell of cologne and enjoying every bit of it. She had no idea what would happen to her, she had no idea what her fiancee had slipped into Madame's hand or the other gypsies hands for that matter. In Bloom's world, it didn't matter.
She was getting married.
He had his arm around her waist, and she could hear the rustle of silk dresses swaying. If only this night would last forever. If only dawn wouldn't come.....she would dance forever. Bloom beamed at her fiancee, glowing with excitement, love and desire. She would belong to no one but him and he would be her own. He would hers, and no else's. Marcus would be hers and her alone.
Bloom let out a gasp of air having forgotten how to breathe as he lifted a lock of her hair, putting it against his lips as if to test their softness, and coming closer to her like a predator closing in on its prey. She shook her head, looking at her love with sparkling brown eyes. Marcus wasn't a predator. He was her sun. He was her other half. He was.....
....getting down on his knee.
Bloom let out a slight gasp, her hand trembling as he pressed something cool into her palm. It was a ring, and not just any kind of ring. An engagement ring. Madam had been right. "Will you, Rosalind Bloom Saleena Marigold, take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?" he asked in a gentlemanly sort of manner. How cute. Bloom didn't think, didn't even consider any other options--"I do," she whispered, her voice ragged from anxiety and excitement. He loved her! He truly, truly loved her! What had she been thinking? Marcus wasn't a predator, he was going to marry her for goodness sakes. What had she been thinking?!
The gypsies had been right. Madam had been right. They had all been right. He was the one. Her one and only. Her soul mate. Shivering, Bloom allowed herself to be pulled into a warm embrace, taking in the smell of cologne and enjoying every bit of it. She had no idea what would happen to her, she had no idea what her fiancee had slipped into Madame's hand or the other gypsies hands for that matter. In Bloom's world, it didn't matter.
She was getting married.
He had his arm around her waist, and she could hear the rustle of silk dresses swaying. If only this night would last forever. If only dawn wouldn't come.....she would dance forever. Bloom beamed at her fiancee, glowing with excitement, love and desire. She would belong to no one but him and he would be her own. He would hers, and no else's. Marcus would be hers and her alone.
**this isn't my best. I can usually get close or over 2000 words.
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